The Malicious Wolf

When someone hears 'Once upon a time' they immediately think it's going to be a good story. Witch is always the answer what I came upon my self. But what if it was all fake? That 'Cinderella' is just a day dream of a girl, and today she's still a servant for her sisters'? Or if even ' Rapunzel' is still in her tower brushing her long silver hair? Were they really horror stories turned to 'and they lived happily ever after'. When I hear those phrases I do question them, and made my own story to where they came from. I have my own 'Little Red Riding Hood' story but it doesn't end well for any one....

Once upon a time.... I watched as a little girl skipped down the small path in the woods humming a soft tune. I cackled and licked my snout; this was going to be too easy. I looked at her red cape; it should be a crime to ware some thing so good looking. I saw a two way come up ahead of her, silly humans stick to there paths. I jumped to the bigger one thinking she wouldn't go down the other to the witch’s house. But to my surprise she did turn the other way and ran. Ok she wants to run I might as well turn this in to a game. What's wrong with playing with your food before you eat it?

I jumped quickly back into the woods and took off to the witches cabin. I first made sure no one was there before going in the dim lighted room. I hid under her small table after a quick look around. There I sat waiting for my kill, letting her blood fill with the sweet taste of adrenaline.

I didn't have to wait long before the frightened girl ran in screaming, "Grandmamma! Grandmamma! The black wolf tried to kill me!"

I wanted to say something sarcastic but she wouldn't know what I said. I jumped out landing softly making the floor creak under suden presure. The little girl spun around to face me her cloke and dress sping with her. I couched and growled low deep in side my chest, makeing the girl freaze in place. I jumped at her aming for throat, to tare it out. I killed her almost intilly, I worked my way though her body when a scream diroupted my feast. I truned and looked at the old witch waching me. I licked my driping snount and crouched low waiting for the perfict monment of attack. Unlike most she stood there wipering in a strange laugwage I've never herd. She stoped quickly and smiled, she may not be showing fear but I could smell it rolling off her.

"Wolf do you really want to continue this? If you kill me you and your childeren for many genarations will be cursed as a half breeds. Kill me and walk out the door you shall me changed for ever!" The witch said.

I laughed and killed her any way not lisnening to her worning. I should have lisened but I didn't. I walked out side of the house and an angeyt rush of blood shot through me. My form and structure rearranged as my bones cracked, broke, and than reformed themselves. A wave of emotions I never knew went though me. It was darking, my senses weakened, and every thing became faint. Just as fast as it had started it stoped. I got up shackally and leaned upon the house. I looked down at my new body....

I was a human!

See no one lived happily ever after, in fack all but one caritor lived. But that one person was changed in to a werewolf no longer rembering him as his true form. No one was even happy. So could fairy tales really have started as horror storys, to scare small childeren and not make them happy....